politics

Sorrow for All

A world made for peace
Accursed by the pride of men
Sacrificed in greed
And the tears of our children
Foreshadow sorrow for all

written in response to this Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #31 – ‘peace’ and ‘tear’

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‘Father’ by Edgar A. Guest

My father knows the proper way
The nation should be run;
He tells us children every day
Just what should now be done.
He knows the way to fix the trusts,
He has a simple plan;
But if the furnace needs repairs,
We have to hire a man.

My father, in a day or two
Could land big thieves in jail;
There’s nothing that he cannot do,
He knows no word like “fail.”
“Our confidence” he would restore,
Of that there is no doubt;
But if there is a chair to mend,
We have to send it out.

All public questions that arise,
He settles on the spot;
He waits not till the tumult dies,
But grabs it while it’s hot.
In matters of finance he can
Tell Congress what to do;
But, O, he finds it hard to meet
His bills as they fall due.

It almost makes him sick to read
The things law-makers say;
Why, father’s just the man they need,
He never goes astray.
All wars he’d very quickly end,
As fast as I can write it;
But when a neighbor starts a fuss,
‘Tis mother has to fight it.

In conversation father can
Do many wondrous things;
He’s built upon a wiser plan
Than presidents or kings.
He knows the ins and outs of each
And every deep transaction;
We look to him for theories,
But look to ma for action”
― Edgar A. Guest

The Wall Crumbles Still #NaPoWriMo2017 #GloPoWriMo2017

Of history’s walls
None proved more ineffective
Save to rally mobs

Obsolete as built
Unfit for useful purpose
Divisive folly

The wall crumbles still
Allegorical symbol
Relic of its age

For Day 26 of Na/GloPoWriMo2017, NaPoWriMo.net challenges us to consider what future archaeologists, whether human or from alien civilization, will make of us? Today’s poems should seek answer that question, exploring a particular object or place from the point of view of some far-off, future scientist.

Making America Grate #NaPoWriMo2017 #GloPoWriMo2017

There’s a fake tanned sleazy buffoon – calls himself the Donald
A terrifying orange fool of a clown, with less substance than Ronald;
Now I’m not a citizen, and I won’t ever be a US resident
Can’t fathom how he got voted in; thank God he’ll never be my President

Day 14 of Na/GloPoWriMo and NaPoWriMo.net suggests keeping it light and silly today, with a clerihew: this is a four line poem biographical poem that satirizes a famous persona whimsical, four-line biographical poem invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley. The first line is the name of the poem’s subject, usually a famous person put in an absurd light, or revealing something unknown and/or spurious about them. The rhyme scheme is AABB, and the rhymes are often forced.

Not sure I kept it whimsical or light, but’s it’s all I’ve got today. See a great associated image by following this link.

Day 14 of Na/GloPoWriMo

Wilberforce #NaPoWriMo2017 #GloPoWriMo2017

Politician, philanthropist
Moral champion, abolitionist;
Misspent youth, reformed reformer
Charity founder, anti-slaver;
Wilberforce, humanitarian
William, humble Christian

The NaPoWriMp.net official prompt for Day 10 of Na/GloPoWriMo2017 is to write a poem that is a portrait of someone important to you – I have always found William Wilberforce to be an inspirational historical figure.

“Choose your leaders with wisdom and forethought” – Octavia E. Butler

“Choose your leaders with wisdom and forethought.
To be led by a coward is to be controlled by all that the coward fears.
To be led by a fool is to be led by the opportunists who control the fool.
To be led by a thief is to offer up your most precious treasures to be stolen.
To be led by a liar is to ask to be told lies.
To be led by a tyrant is to sell yourself and those you love into slavery.”

― Octavia E. Butler, Parable of the Talents

The King is in the Altogether

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge

The wise see greatness
where the fool discerns nothing . . .

“See, how great I am!”

This ‘king’ is altogether
Wise as the day he was born

a second effort written in tanka form in response to this week’s RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #139 – “King” and “Day” and inspired by the song,’The King’s New Clothes’ (Burl Ives) from the film “Hans Christian Andersen” (1952) (Frank Loesser) – based on the 1837 children’s story “The Emperor’s New Clothes” by Hans Christian Andersen

President Ronald Reagan on Religious Intolerance

“Let me speak plainly: the United States of America is and must remain a nation of openness to people of all beliefs. Our very unity has been strengthened by this pluralism. That’s how we began; this is how we must always be. The ideals of our country leave no room whatsoever for intolerance, anti-Semitism, or bigotry of any kind – none. The unique thing about America is a wall in our Constitution separating church and state. It guarantees there will never be a state religion in this land, but at the same time it makes sure that every single American is free to choose and practice his or her religious beliefs or to choose no religion at all. Their rights shall not be questioned or violated by the state.

Remarks at the International Convention of B’nai B’rith, 6 September 1984”

― Ronald Reagan